When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.
Ukrainian women have no natural beauty, they are masters (mistresses) of makeup, hair dyes, fake eyelashes, mascara, fail nails, varnishes, breast enhancing bras and stomach reducing tops etc etc, but a lot of these same women that look so amazing out at night look and dress like utter slobs when they are at home. When I see them I imagine the sights and smells of those horrible beauty parlours with cotton wool between their toes and curlers in their hair and cream all over their face and it really puts me off. It's all an illusion.